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If I Die Today - (Originally Performed by Lil Wayne feat. Rick Ross)
Fo' fo' bulldog, my mother fuckin pet I point it at you and tell dat motha fucka fetch I'm fking her good, she got her legs on my neck I get psy, mouth and ass, call dat bitch triple threat When I was in jail she let me call her collect But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death Top down, it's upset been fking the world and ngga I aint cum yet! You fk with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch I pay these nggas with a reality check Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest An AK47 is my fking address, huh
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car
Load up the choppers like it's December 31st Roll up and cock it and hit them nggas where it hurts Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
Big black nigga and an icy watch Shoes on the coupe, btch i got a Nike shop Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box Grinding in my Jordan's kick em off they might be hot, swish! I'm swimming in the yellow btch, boss In the red 911 looking devilish Red beam make btch ngga sit down Thought he was bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time Drop palm olive in a ngga dope Make it come back even harder than before Baby I'm the only one that pays your car notes Well connected I got killers off in Chicago
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car
Load up the choppers like it's December 31st Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts if I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
Talk stupid get ya head popped I got that Esther, bitch I'm red fox Big bee's, Red Sox I get money to kill time, dead clocks Your f-cking with a ngga who don't give a fk Empty the clip than roll a window up pussy ngga sweet, you nggas center bun I'm in a red btch, she say she fin to cum 200 thou on a chain, I don't need a piece That banana clip, let Chiquita speak Dark shades, Eazy E Five letters, YMCMB Bitch ass ngga, Pssy ass ngga I see ya looking, whit yo looking ass ngga You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving If I died today it'd be a holiday
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car So don't make it come alive Rip ya ass apart then I put myself together YMCMB, double M, we rich forever The bigger the bullet the more that btch gon bang Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks Son of a bitch, than I made a great escape Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm santa claus Nggas gather round, I got gifts for all of y'all Take it home and let it bubble thats the double up If you get in trouble that just mean you fking up It's a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up I call the plays, muthafk huddle up
I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car Yeah
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